I MUST DIE

As the tears fall and the pain becomes so real

I must die

The memories of my past have come to haunt me yet again

I must die

Failure. Defeat. Trauma.

I must die

I have reach a pivotal point in my life where a part of me must die in order for another part of me to live

I must die to the opinions of others that have plagued my life

I must die to the comparisons that have been subliminally placed on my

I must die to the person I have become and rise in a newness of life of the person I long to be

The grief of this death has come and I must face it because if I don’t…… I will never live.

Much love,

Black Mama